Similar to understanding

My freshman cousin (and by freshman, I mean in high school) emailed me for advice on how to be a journalist writing for The New York Times. Did I have a few things to write? Oh yeah. I wrote her a book. But that's what good journalists do.

This unsolicited email for advice tripped me out. Do I know enough to tell her what I think might help her? I guess. But wow. I'm no kid anymore huh?

The older part doesn't bug me. It's the idea that I have lived enough for anyone to assume I might know what I'm doing. It makes me shake my head and laugh at the same time. It's the sort of thing you sometimes need to make things make sense.